AN: Might as well upload this chapter if I'm going to take a one month break. Usually I am ahead of 2 chapters after I posted a new chapter, that way I could keep myself on track but lately all of them, the chapters that I have made didn't really seem to be up my standard, hence why I mentioned that I haven't still finished chapter 10, so I will be putting this on hiatus.

Apologies in advance.

Вітаємо Наві, ти нарешті щось виграв!

The nature's ambience resounded while the smooth grass flowed as the wind began to pick up.

In the eyes of the fish that swam around the lake, green pastures in the form of algae and weeds are all that they could see, they nimble on these things and in turn they gain their nutrition. Then they swim continuously around the lake and grow, its condition so pristine that even the fishes in the sea are able adapt and live there without the constraints of humans, no more of the poisonous influence that man have. Once a fish had lived its life, a slightly bigger fish will come and eat it, then another one until a new predator in will come and maintain its populace, such was the cycle of life and death.

A small world is a simple lake, it is neither too complex nor easy, a simple lake is one where all life is in harmony with each other, where all is content. But that would not do for man, they wanted to find more than there is to the simple system, they wanted more than what they have, they were not content. In pursuit of knowledge and of their own greediness, man made the small world into a big world, the simple lake became a vast ocean, the world becoming a one convoluted system, one could even wander why such a system has not collapsed yet. Well, wit was all thanks to the gods that they were there to guide to them and not lead the world to its doom.

But those times would not last, the gods saw that man began to start conflict and even they themselves joined in the fray. At first, everyone thought it was just childish bouts, but this became a great issue when a massive war erupted. Man became so wicked and even the gods who were a part of it became like them too, to the point that they began committing atrocities to their own kind. Gods versus gods, man versus man, and man versus gods, they brought nothing but chaos, it was a wicked time when the massive wars happened. And after it all ended, the gods who fought each other had agreed to an oath, an oath where they would not make themselves known anymore and with it the decree had gave man its own freedom to roam the world.

Without the gods guiding man, the world began its downfall. Not that the gods were the ones who was truly guiding them in the first place, all the gods purpose for guiding them was to not destroy the earth. That was all they did, but because man in its nature, selfish and greedy creatures. They began to neglect the warnings of what their greed could lead to. They polluted the world, poisoned it, and began destroying it within, and without the supervision of the gods.

The process of destroying the overworld sped up.

"Yahata, you have not moved at all for the past minute. Is something the matter?" The armor-clad lad sat beside a yukata wearing man. Both were together hanging their legs on the docks as they lay the lines distances away from them and into the lake.

The man that wore a yukata named Yahata who also sat their doing nothing said. "I have a lot in mind, one of which is regarding of that boy."

"You mean the human child whose fate you changed? But I'm sure that is not really what you have in mind is it." The iron-clad reeled in his catch as he spoke.

"I wish to not tell you what I'm thinking right now." Yahata began to pick himself up and proceeded to fix up the equipment that he used.

"Going for a walk?" The armor-clad said looking at him intently.

"Yes, and if you'd like, you could join me on my trek up the hill." The armor-clad ceased using his fishing pole, laying there idle as he pondered about what Yahata said. He wasn't thinking about Yahata's words rather, he is questioning Yahata's actions. It was quite strange to see Yahata not even giving at least a minimal effort at what they're doing, granted that most of the time Yahata always had that distant look in his eyes however for the armor-clad, he thought that something was definitely eating his mind, he began to worry about the yukata wearing man, and so he decided to accompany him.

"Then allow me to go with you." The armor-clad spoke to Yahata almost fervently.

After putting all the things back to their respective places, the two began to move away from the docks in almost steady pace yet the armor-clad lagged off the pace for a bit, Yahata didn't notice this at all and continued walking but did not increase his speed, it was still the same.

The armor-clad called out to Yahata, however it was unsuccessful as Yahata continues. He seemed to be inside his own world as he walked aimlessly. Then the armor-clad raised his voice several tone louder but not enough that it counts as a shout.

There it is, it seems that the yukata wearing man had finally heard someone call him. Snapping out of his inner bubble, Yahata halted his feet which he firmly anchored to the ground as he turned around.

"What is really on your mind Yahata, for you to not even bat an eye to your brother." Yahata finally noticed the distance that had build up between the two of them, instead of feeling ashamed he looked at the armor-clad straight to his eyes, maintaining the eye contact he spoke in an empty voice.

"Say, if I am you brother then do you consider me as your friend?"

The armor-clad huffed at his question, and immediately says what would be the best response to finally let him know what is on his mind.

"Our brotherhood to each other is a sign that passes beyond the boundaries of friendship as our bond has hardened through the times we've spent together. I could confidently tell you that I am your friend turned brother."

"But I do not consider you as my brother, Bishamon. For the longest time I have only thought of you as someone whom I traveled with, and truthfully, I don't even feel like we are friends."

"So what? You've told me already that friendship is defined by the ones who had developed an understanding and conscientious link. Have I not already shown it to you that I am someone that you can call a friend?"

"I know that we are friends but its just the impression is not there."

"What are you implying?"

"I…apologize. It seems that-." Bishamon cuts him off and shakes his head at him.

"You are denying our friendship because of something important, isn't it? Matters that has clouded your thoughts."

"…"

Yahata draw away his eyes, thus ending their eye contact. He looked at the ground with a forlorn thought, he didn't feel anything other than emptiness, not that he could feel any other emotions at all.

After becoming a full fledge Shinto god- a kami to be exact, he had not shown any emotions or even feel them after his ascension. He doesn't know what's wrong with him, and that was why he was deep in his thoughts, aimlessly pondering about it.

"You are right, my apologies for making you worry." Yahata once again began his trek and Bishamon followed suit. Bishamon held a warm yet weary look, though he felt seemingly satisfied with it, that he is able to finally crack through his "brother's" thick shell, he couldn't help but also think deeply on it.

Shaking his head as a way to rid his current thoughts. Bishamon matches Yahata's pace and together, they walked side by side.

What is a job? Is it a paid position of regular employment from a company that hired you? Is it a task or piece of work, especially one that is paid? Or more specifically, is it a piece of work, especially a task done as part of the routine of one's occupation or for an agreed price?

I honestly do not know. I have already stopped questioning what these questions are ultimately when I first experienced at hand what one of my possible future, career would be. And let me tell you, it is quite ugly. At first you would imagine how great and fun you are having doing this kind of job; a kind of job only a child would fantasize about, you feel that you're living one of your dreams inspired; by the books you've read, the movies you've watched, the legends you hear and of the things you've imagine.

Then after you have worked there for a month, you'll realize that the fictitious things you've seen are no more different than reality, their all nuisances that could kill me at any time, it's a job where your life doesn't matter at all, at least that's what I feel the most. Most would go crazy doing this kind of job, just dealing with simple missions is tiring as hell. But I don't mind it honestly, it helped me forget of the other things in my life, at least in the instance that I'm on duty, the distraction helps me in easing the hardships of life. Working on something surely takes your focus among other things, especially on something important.

Huh, work, the thing we do to get something done or to put it more eloquently it is a task to be undertaken; something a person or thing has to do through efforts both physically and mentally.

A job consists of work- no, both the word job and work are practically the same in essence. I work on something because I need something to be done, and I have a job because I need it to live. I could tell you that the one common thing that they both have is this, the results of said work and job and that is all that matters in the end of the day, but no matter how similar they are, a job is more than just work, it's a responsibility.

At first, I was doing this for financial reasons but after a month, I was still doing it for financial reasons, hey at least I'm honest and you know what they say, 'You can never have enough money in this world.', and no I'm not greedy. Anyways, I won't deny what I said about having a job is a responsibility, and well to live in this world and to be accepted by society, one must have a way to have money, but I can't just have money without working, I need to earn money because majority of the countries' economies relies on capitalism.

One of the things you have to do when you have a job is to work, so naturally all of the things I mentioned are important to take into, unless of course you have to deal with my shit. And honestly speaking, fuck society. People who made today's society could go and die in a hole for all I care.

So now that I've finally finished ranting about what is on my mind, I can finally ask myself this. Why am I still working on my job if it's so shitty that it could end my life at any time, is it because I am retarded? Or is it because of my suicidal tendencies? If you want a half-ass answer then money would be it but if you really want to know, then tough luck because even I honestly speaking, do not know why I am still fucking doing this.

A seemingly endless assault of talismans paved a path for me, the torrent of ofuda's had greatly inflicted them with mortal wounds, yet they continue to chase despite being scorched by the paper's talismans purifying attribute. The bloodsuckers were nothing more than feral dogs that only seeks blood.

Yoshikage was still surrounded by these vampires despite making my bait more alluring to them.

The fact that they were still focusing on him raises many questions. But mainly, I think, that there must be something, something that is controlling the ones surrounding Yoshikage, I just need to find out what it is and kill it. Maybe that suspiciously flying little girl over there could be the perpetrator on ganging up on Yoshikage- wait a little girl? Are my eyes deceiving me? Oh no it isn't…. What is it with me getting mixed up with underage little girls, I swear that I'm not a lolicon officer!

There flying in the distance, a raven-haired young girl briefly bats her eye at me but does not seem too interested to turn her focus to me. Even though I got her attention for a moment, it seems that she was still interested on the blonde haired Yoshikage.

She underestimated me, seeing as a horde of mindless bloodsuckers are after my ass. Heh, unfortunately for her, she'll be too distracted on targeting Yoshikage and this would actually turned out to be in my favor. That is a grave mistake for someone like her, well it is expected that a kid like her is not able to foresee this, oh the wonders of taking advantage of a child.

Dashing through the onslaught I brought upon them, my speed began to pick up as I come closer and closer. Their agonizing wails didn't bother me in the slightest, even knowing the fact that they were once human beings the same as I am. I still didn't give a single damn- they are nothing but mindless bloodsuckers right now. The past does not matter for them anymore, and as for my stance between us, I am nothing more than a cold-blooded killer that is ready to take their life.

Unholstering my pistol, now out of the sheathe, I whipped out the only firearm that I currently have and wrapped a single piece of ofuda around the barrel.

The handle felt cold and the gun itself also had a light impression, unlike last time when I used it to murder Tsurumi-sensei, it gave a different kind of reaction. It must have something to do with me being an Arahitogami now and well oddly enough, I'm kind of liking the sensation of it. The cold which is soothing me made it much more relaxing to grip the handle. Maybe it was because of the chilly atmosphere that the night brings, but I'm not so sure to be honest.

I tighten my grip to it as I continue dashing onwards, my dashes that turned the flat ground in which I have stepped on into nothing but cracks that almost looks like miniature craters.

Mana now circulating to the specially designed handgun as I poured some of mine in it. As it seeps into it, I noticed a small detail that would make me internally smile. Since I only felt a small amount of mana leave from my pool, and I mean small. This indicates that my magical reserves expanded meaning I could use all my spells without draining myself. This was good for me but not so good to the ones who I am going to use against.

I slowed down my dashes as I finally enter the range that I could accurately fire my pistol to that elementary girl that was still levitating and watching Yoshikage getting in a tight spot.

My arm stretched out as I take my aim on her head, with my sight now trained on her head, I didn't hesitate to pull the trigger. As soon as I heard the click, concentrated mana burst out of the barrel, and I could tell and feel that the bullet made of mana is cogent.

Noticing that an impending attack is coming, the flying little girl with raven hair attempted to block it with her hands, I know that it won't be blocked so easily because it is infused with the ofuda's properties, and so I also expect that bullet to pierce through her skull.

And just as I expected, the bullet went through her hands and into her head which pierces through her skull leaving a distinguishable hole behind and blood spurts out from the damage I did to her. This should kill her. I think it should, and if her falling and crashing down indicates that then yes, it should kill her.

But unfortunately, she just came back up then wings began to sprout out her on back, and all her mortal wounds disappears as her regenerative nature kicks in, I realize that she was also a vampire. Such an unfair ability. I feel mildly irritated.

She opens her closed eyes just like a window blind as she faces my direction. Now I can finally get to see her face, I take a good look at her and immediately I am reminded of a certain Ice queen. I mean she almost looks like her, but I know Yukinoshita doesn't have any younger sibling, and she wouldn't really be that type considering how she is.

Then this must be…. Oh.

I slightly narrow my gaze at her, finally realizing who she is. There is no mistaking it, that the girl before my very eyes is Tsurumi Rumi, daughter of the biological teacher at my school whom I killed. I killed her father and now I have to kill her.

What a small world, I don't think this is a coincidence though. I already speculated that something happened to her, and honestly, I don't care anymore. What I'm going to do later would be worse anyways.

Her bloodthirsty glare didn't put me on edge, not to the slightest even as her nails grow and turned into nasty claws that seems to easily tear off the skin of an average human male. She raised her entire right arm and points at me, clearly jabbing her finger with sharp claws towards me. The bloodsuckers that crowded around Yoshikage stopped their assault on him. And after seeing this, I picked up my pace.

This girl just made it easier for me to make my plan into fruition. Her lust of anger towards me is something that she shouldn't have done, she just involuntarily completed the second step of my plan.

With no one that could hinder Yoshikage, he could finally get away.

"Hikigaya! Thanks for the assist!" He shouted at me in relief, just as I planned. I was coming closer to him after I dashed through a small gap through the seas of bloodsuckers, I was finally standing beside with Yoshikage.

"Yoshikage go and strengthen the bounded field, then immediately call for reinforcements and the clean-up crew after you've finished." I say to him while grabbing more of the paper talismans that my kami gave to me. I wasn't looking at him as I was focused on what is more important right now, but I could tell that he was giving me a weird look that tells how absurd I am.

"Do you realize how dangerous it is to leave you behind- you could die!" Yoshikage exclaims his protests at me.

He was clearly against what I just said but I just calmly said to him, "Don't worry, I have a plan." I could tell by now that he was gritting his teeth together, as if still refusing my ridiculous plan.

I gave him a brief glance and reassured him again. "Trust me I know what I'm doing," He left me albeit reluctantly, his footsteps getting more incoherent, "and besides, I already died once." I whisper to myself as I prepared to face what is before me.

Against an entire mob of ferocious vampires, I could say that this was like an entire youkai infested village, I think. The analogy is quite similar in this case, both are just equal in regards of destruction and havoc. I couldn't possibly just let this stall any longer, it's almost daytime.

But before doing that, I need to round them all up together again for the last time, so I don't need to scavenge for the remaining mobs.

I dashed into the eye of the storm, in the middle of it, the raven-haired vampire girl who was floating mid-air begins to flap her wings, she was clearly heading straight towards me. I prepare one of my null talismans, clutching it inside my hand.

I ignored the sea of vampires below as I jumped to the roof of a tall building, I look towards the incoming vampire girl which I consider as the pseudo boss of all the bloodsuckers here in the villa.

There was nothing but animosity written on her face. Does she know that I killed her father? Maybe but I don't think that's it at all, I'm pretty sure I just pissed her off to the point that she wants to tear my throat apart from me.

As she closes upon me, I did a quick presence scan to the whole villa and closed my eyes. It seems from what I have felt, the entire mob of blood sucking vampires are mostly near of where I stand right now. I heard the hustling of wind just a couple meters away from me. With my null talisman at hand, I open my eyes and jumped off from the building.

The moment that she almost scratched me with her hideous claws, I dodged by twisting my body and doing a half turn which pivoted my body to do a 180, I did a reverse hand slam with a force that could crack the concrete ground.

~[Phantasm Sign "Seal of the Lusus Naturae"]~

Her neck snapping around, and I could even hear her skull fracture by the intensity of what I did, and the wrapping mechanism of the null talisman indicated me that I don't have to deal with her any further, so I did what was sensible at that moment.

I kicked her to the ground and there she lay motionless. She must be wondering why she still can't get back up even though her injuries were all healed by now. She couldn't move at all, she must've felt like she was frozen in time, yet she could still see, hear, and even smell me.

Well, time to deal the remaining bunch now.

I landed near a street post but not even two second passes I immediately leaped back to the tall building I once previously stood upon, to where I stand my ground right now, I could see a street plagued by all the ferocious vampires. What once proper sentient beings now turned into mindless beings who only seeks blood.

It was time to commit a heinous act that would probably haunt me for the rest of my life but it's okay, I have already resolved myself to do this, it was time for me to commit mass murder.

It was time for the third step to commence.

I returned my handgun back to its holster and I prepared the ofudas that I am going to use for what will be happening next.

I throw the talismans to the sky and instead of falling down, it stayed there until it started splitting apart multiplying them, then suddenly, gravity seemed to apply to them.

The paper talismans rained upon them, all of it finding their marks on the swarm. They tried to tear it off their skins however their attempts were repelled, all they could do was scream in pain as they await the next thing that will happen.

I saw flashes of white light and I felt a divine aura, but this wasn't the kind that I usually used to myself. It was the kind that was used to deliver punishment.

~[Deistic Arts "Edulcorating Dissolution"]~

The talismans that found their marks begins the purification process, the process that begins to kill them in the most inhumane way. What the ofudas are doing right now is something that could make one vomit out of disgust, I find it ironic for something that is infused with a holy attribute to do something like this.

The process is broken down in three parts, the first was depriving them of what their body needs the most, and that would be blood, that is why right now they are all excreting out blood, but that is only putting it lightly. It's not merely excreting it. It is forcing it out from their bodies and all they could is endure the excruciating pain and do nothing.

The second part would be the lightest in pain in regards of the physical aspect, because in that part nothing will happen to their bodies, however their soul is trapped inside there, inside in their own bodies. Their soul shackled inside their bodies which acts as their prison begins to experience what I call silent dolor because in that silence that they find themselves, they would try to atone for what they did which is like the third stage of grief but in the circumstance that they find themselves into, they are most likely in horrifying confusion as to why they are there. While they patiently wait for the phenomenon they experience to pass, the ofudas are absorbing all of their soul's energy in the meantime.

The third and final part was the release of their life force into their body once again, the energy that returned is their own but instead of what it usually does. The energy does the opposite of nurturing the body, as it circulates around the body, it starts to purge all functions by imploding them. Bursting it all around, nothing of what resembles as a body is seen among the mobs of vampires. This was their release, the end of their suffering.

Knowing that they have died in ignorance of what happened to them didn't reassure or comfort me for what I did, it was unfair to them, well at least they could go to the afterlife but that depends on what the judge would say and no matter how much I try to sugarcoat it for myself, I know what I did is unfair and unjust, so it was useless for me to do that to myself and besides, I already made my decision.

I already resigned myself to this fate.

"Yahata, do you still regret what you did back then?"

Bishamon's armor clinks as he readjusted his cup.

"I had to do what I needed to do, to stop my country from destroying itself."

"Then it won't be too late to change his fate."

"I don't know if I can do that anymore, it must be up to him to do that."

Bishamon stared intently with at him.

"At the very least, he deserves to know about the truth."

"I'll talk to him."

Yahata stares at the cup filled with tea, on the liquid's surface his reflection stared back at him.

He didn't know at that time, that his chosen successor has already become like him.

One by one their shrills dies down until nothing but silence remains. What remains were heaps of mangled flesh and bones.

All of that happened while I simply stand here looking at all of it without any changes whatsoever.

I didn't feel anything, not even a shred of humanity could be seen from me, I felt nothing but emptiness.

There was a time when I was still hoping that I'll lead a peaceful life, a time where I get to experience the so-called youth. But I don't think I deserve it, for what kind of person who just killed hundreds of civilians would deserve that kind of life.